bassnation
the abyss
oh i'm being a total fascist and it's more or less for my own benefit don't worry :![]()
ha ha! don't worry - i'm not going to say which ones i transgressed just in case people start constructing some unfortunate mental images
oh i'm being a total fascist and it's more or less for my own benefit don't worry :![]()
They [up-the workers Left] seemed totally unaware of the great tradition of the English working class dandy. The wideboys of the Forties, like Pinkie in Graham Greene's Brighton Rock, the teds of the Fifties and the mods of the Sixties were all progressive versions of what George Orwell described as "young men trying to brighten their lives by looking like film stars" and George Melly later called "revolt into style".
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Devoting time and space to the clothes we wore may seem shallow and facile, and all the care and planning that went into how we presented ourselves nothing more than self-indulgent narcissism. My only response is "Think again, pilgrim". The use of dress for self-definition is the most instant and obvious means of protest available to an individual.
The [Farren's] jeans did however have a slight flair, just enough to make them hang correctly over my cowboy boots. Rotten said nothing, but just stooped them and measured the offending flair with his thumb and forefinger, then looked up at me and shook his head ... A man's loyalties, antecedents and social pedigree will ever be judged by the cuff and cut of his pants.
It was all gloriously amateurish and heartfelt, a mass outsider art that smelt genuinely fresh, like teen spirit I imagine. I was part of the venerable youthnic lineage of teddy boys, mods, rockers and skinheads. After punk I raided charity shops and the make-up box and the pouting panto that was New Romanticism minced into view under the beguiled gaze of a new sort of media.
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I can’t remember when it was that I started to miss seeing flamboyantly attired youngsters on our own streets. Maybe it was the circles I used to move in, but I remember encountering on a regular basis people rigged out so as to provoke tirades from every building site or passing van. Nowadays I rarely see anyone dressed to excess in the streets. It’s just a dispiriting parade of sportswear worn for CCTV and the lowest common denominator fashion dictated by Heat magazine.
If fashion is a street-level manifestation of what’s going on in society, the only counter in this culture is at Topshop.
Does anyone else find the selection of men's clothes in the UK almost supernaturally shit? H&M's clothes may be of ultimately poor quality, but at least some of their stuff has panache. The other high street stores are just depressing (even Zara has turned to absolute shite over the past couple of years).
Spanish men's fashion is the way forward tho, I reckon.
Proper (trilby, fedora et al) hats are very hard to pull off until you reach a certain age.
The freedom to wear one is one of the few advantages of senior citizenship.
too true! i attempted a trilby when i was around 18.. it was a huge, pretentious mistake!
but yeah, you're right about the senoir citizenship thing... you can literally wear what you like and no-one's allowed to tell you shit! i saw a pensioner in a wu-tang sweatshirt the other day.. i kid you not![]()
. I don't think I looked that much of a dick
That's the thing, though. Of course you didn't think you looked like a dick; people never do. Like you say, post the photo and let the public decide.![]()
well, ultimately the yardstick should be whether the opposite (or same) sex find you attractive - who cares about other peoples opinions if they don't fall into that scope?
Unfortunately, I don't think I've got any photographic evidence of my trilby wearing antics, but I can assure you that it met with much approval with the laydeez. Worked a treat actually, a great conversation starter, with girls often stealing it for themselves to wear while you dance together.
I wonder if part of the lack of decent fashion is to do with the marketing strategies of the high street stores now. Aparently they have people that just wander around Hoxton looking for anyone wearing something slightly unusual, and them produce a boiled down everyman version of their ideas, totally ruining the poor hipster's schtick.